You hear it all the time, “You can’t get a decent NY-Style Deli Sandwich anywhere around here.” Really?
Maybe I can help you. When I find myself dreaming of a great deli sandwich, instead of heading to the Big Apple, I take a short drive to Potomac, MD. I go to visit my friend Guy Brandt, and his gang at Brooklyn’s Deli and Catering on Seven Locks Road. Less than 11 miles from Tysons Corner, this powerhouse of kosher-style delights has everything I need to feel like I’m on Second Avenue.
For breakfast, it’s always his omelets filled with tangy pastrami and first-cut corned beef brisket. Served with a bagel and hash browns, this meal is to die for.
The deli sandwiches, stuffed with genuine, kosher-style meats (the kind you expect in this neighborhood) sliced thin and piled high on fresh rye, with a Dr. Brown’s Cream Soda, and bowl of “well done and half sour” pickles, it takes a back seat to no one, here, or anywhere else.
You can get it all, the smoked fish, pastries, Fox’s “U-Bet” Chocolate Syrup (Oh, the Egg Cream!), and of course, those hard-to-find black and white cookies.
And let’s not discount the crowd. The conversations, laughter, and that special feeling like you’re part of a big family—
“Big Mishpocheh.” (I don’t get there enough)!
When asked what the difference was between Chinese food and Jewish food, Henny Youngman replied, “When you eat Chinese food, an hour later you’re still hungry. When you eat Jewish food, an hour later you’re still eating.”
Say “Hi” to Guy, and try the corned beef. It’s worth the schlep!
Brooklyn’s Deli & Grill
1089 Seven Locks Rd
Potomac, MD 20854
(301) 340-3354
www.brooklynsdelimd.com
More Henny? Sure…
“I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back.”
“I once wanted to become an atheist, but I gave up – they have no holidays.”
“My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same way.”
“There was a girl knocking on my hotel room door all night! Finally, I let her out.”
“Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who’ll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you’re in the wrong house, that’s what it means.”
